Sunday, January 28, 2018

Racing gives Barnes room to grow

(NOTE: This feature was written for the Hickory (N.C.) Daily Record in 2014, more than two years before Barnes' death on Feb. 13, 2017.)

Racing gives Barnes room to grow

By Tom Gillispie

Race fan Anthony Christopher Barnes probably had no idea what he was getting into last year when he befriended racer Travis Byrd on Facebook.

“He asked if he could have a headset; he wanted to listen on the radio during races” at Hickory Motor Speedway, said Byrd, who is fifth in Limited Late Model standings. “Around June, we bought him a pit pass. His first race, (car owner/driver) Ashley (Huffman) won, and we thought he was a good-luck charm.

“Anthony and I have a pretty good relationship.”

Barnes, 19, has spent most of his life in a wheelchair because of spinal bifida. And for much of that time, he’s followed racing.

“Since I was a little kid, I’ve watched (racing),” Barnes said. “It’s a passion of mine. I’ve been going to Hickory since the fourth or fifth grade. I love watching (racing) and being around it.

“My first memory of Hickory Motor Speedway was watching (2005 Super Truck division champion) Robin Harris when he used to race. When he’d win, I’d go to victory lane and get my picture made.”

Byrd says the Dwight Huffman Racing team bought Barnes a NASCAR license, and Barnes has always there to lend a hand. He visits the team shop between races. On Saturdays, he’s in the pits, doing whatever he can. He might keep practice lap times or help move tires.

And when they move a car, “I’ll get on a rear quarter panel and push with one hand as I steer (the wheelchair) with the other hand,” he said.

On how much this DHR connection has meant to him, Barnes said, “It has meant the absolute world to me to be in the pits. It’s been an absolute blessing. I’ve met some great people in the pits. They seem very outgoing down there, and I interact with them.

“I live with my mom and sister, and I’m the only guy in house. (Now) I have other guys to interact with.”

Huffman says Barnes helps the team with more than keeping lap times and pushing tires.

“Anthony boosts everybody's morale,” Huffman said. “He doesn't have a bad day. He'll poke you; he brings a smile to your face, lightens your mood. We often get so caught up in the moment that we miss obvious things. He calms you down for minute, helps you think, regain your composure and do what you have to do.”

Asked if he has a best friend among the racers, Barnes said, “I’d have to say Travis. He’ll always be there for me. He’s like a brother to me. He’s my best friend, but I love them all.”

Byrd says he’s enjoyed Barnes being part of the team.

“It means a lot (to me),” said Byrd, from Sherrills Ford. “He can accomplish anything I can. With hard work, he can do anything he wants to. When I look at Anthony, I see a lot of myself. He's got a lot of desire and wants to learn. I give him a lot of credit to have the courage and drive to do something.”

Barnes, a 2013 graduate of Alexander Central High School, says his current drive is to go to college.

“I’m working on that right now,” he said. “I’m working on getting into Western Piedmont Community College in Morganton. I want to get my math and all of that out of the way.”

He says he’s not sure what he’d major in. When asked if he’d find something in racing, he said, “If I could have something like that, yeah, that's what I'd lean toward.”

But that’s in the future. Right now, he’s just enjoying racing.

“I’m kinda looking forward to the end of the season, but I don't want it to end,” he said.

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Monday, January 15, 2018

Remembering my friend Bob Myers

Several of my favorite auto-racing friends have died over the years, and I haven't written about most of them. Bob Myers just died, and I HAVE to write about Bob.

I don't have any great stories about Bob. He was in retirement and covering NASCAR for a magazine (or magazines) when we met in 1990. He went out of his way to try to find extra magazine writing work for me when I was unemployed, and Bob was one of the most upbeat writers I've ever met. 

He was also the most prepared writer I ever talked to. He got this big wheeled bag filled early and was ready on the day he was to fly or drive to races.

Bob was one of the people I looked forward to seeing when I went to a race. I loved it when we greeted each other, and he was wonderful to spend time with. That big smile was worth me making the trip to Talladega, Atlanta or Daytona.

One of my favorite memories of Bob came in 1991; Bob was a minor actor in what happened that day, but he got everything started.

We were at Talladega Superspeedway a day after a Winston Cup race was rained out by one of the worst storms I've ever seen at a race track (lightning hit behind the stands and cars were swamped by flooding, among other things).

I walked into the infield media center, and Bob was interviewing Dale Earnhardt, someone I've since written about in four books. They were talking about Earnhardt's airplane and pilot, so I went over, got my tape recorder and taped the interview.

Dale memorably stayed in the media center that day. He fixed the TV monitor, and he participated in a Hangman game on the computer of publicist Ray Cooper (Earnhardt wasn't very good, but he was competitive; no surprise), and he showed me his Rolex watch (I'd never seen one up close). Most of all, he finally answered a question for me.

He was sitting down, with us standing around him. I wanted to ask him about his racing dreams for a Winston Cup Scene story. When an opening came, I pounced. "You're not going to win 200 races, but is your goal to match Richard Petty's seven Cup championships."

With his head still down, he said that Petty was his hero, but he wanted to match The King's seven titles.

Then he stood up and looked me in the eyes. "Last week at Martinsville, I didn't know it was my 50th (career) win ... but I knowed it was my 40th birthday."

The story behind that is that he'd been saying that his 39th birthday, but his mother Martha Earnhardt was saying that it was his 40th. She was right, of course.

Bob was among the many people in that crowd. Tons of them are on my Facebook page, including Bob. I've often wished him happy birthday, and he's done the same for me. I've heard from him now and then, and I've felt better when I did.

Now, I won't hear from him again. Goodbye, Bob. You're already missed.


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